Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

"..."

The black-haired boy's question echoed in the room, and the girl who was somewhat prepared pretended to be innocent and asked back, reaching out to touch the teacup in front of the table. , Roja's expression suddenly sank.

What, what's going on?

Seeing the rare dignified expression on Roja's face, Charlotte was flustered but couldn't figure it out. She could only cast a questioning look at the boy, but Roja who was opposite her kept silent.

In this inexplicable silence, the brown-red-haired girl gradually became nervous, and her expression was a little uncomfortable. She seemed to have noticed the girl's reaction, and the black-haired boy finally spoke slowly after a long silence.

"Charlotte...do you think I understand you?"

"Huh? This..."

Charlotte seemed a little confused about Roja's sudden question. She stared at the young man in front of her with emerald eyes, recalled the days when they were together, and nodded after a moment of hesitation.

"My dear, it should be regarded as understanding me, but why do you ask such a question?"

"It's nothing, I just want to hear your answer, because I wonder if my feelings for you have been underestimated."

"Huh? Underestimated?"

The brown-red haired girl had a slightly puzzled expression on her face when she heard the boy's words, while Roja nodded, looked at Charlotte and said softly:

"Yes, although you may think that I don't care about you after not seeing each other for so long, in fact, I know you far better than you think."

"For example, if you drink tea, you like to drink mixed scented tea, the water temperature is about 70 degrees, and your favorite food is strawberry-flavored macarons. You get up early in the morning, and you can't sleep without reading a file at night. …”

In front of the girl with wide-eyed surprise, the black-haired boy calmly talked about Charlotte's little habits in daily life. Following the boy's words, the expression of the brown-red-haired girl changed little by little. Joy and tenderness arise in the heart.

Getting along with people is often not as hard-working as imagined, especially for an independent girl like Charlotte, even as the biological father Bruce, in fact, he doesn't care much about girls.

Under the circumstances of gathering less and leaving more, the black-haired boy can understand everything about the girl so clearly and keep it in his heart. There is only one possible explanation, that is, Charlotte has a special place in Roja's heart. Let the teenagers care.

To be cherished by the one she likes is sweeter than honey for a girl with deep affection, but the young lady who is hiding her illness has not completely fallen into this honey trap and is touched in her heart At the same time, Charlotte was also thinking about the meaning of Roja's words.

"Honey, I didn't expect you to care about me so much. To be honest, I'm very touched now, but what are you saying..."

"It's nothing, I just want to tell you... there's no need to lie to me."

"Huh? Lying? I, I don't understand what you mean..."

"...Don't you understand? Then let me make it clearer."

Looking at the girl whose face became stiff, the black-haired boy said lightly:

"It's nothing to outsiders, but you will be nervous when you lie to me, so you will unconsciously make some small movements with your hands, such as touching the edge of the teacup."

"!"

Looking at the fingers unconsciously stroking the edge of the teacup at this time, the body of the brown-red-haired girl froze instantly. She seemed to want to put down the teacup as if avoiding suspicion, but stopped halfway through the movement, because at this time the black-haired girl The way the boy looked at her had completely changed from suspicion to conviction.

There is no doubt that Charlotte's lie has been exposed, and after discovering the situation, Roja will never leave easily without knowing what happened.

"Charlotte, is it time for you to tell me what happened?"

"..."

The silent girl secretly regretted her uselessness, but the black-haired boy couldn't wait any longer. Roja stood up and approached the girl, reaching out to hold Charlotte's hand, but for this usual behavior , the girl hurriedly stood up and took a step back to avoid it, and this unprecedented reaction made Roja's eyes widen.

"Charlotte?"

"No, honey, please don't touch me yet, let me explain..."

In front of the surprised Roja, the eldest lady who was afraid of the boy's misunderstanding hesitated for a moment and could only tell the truth, and as Charlotte told the boy her real situation, Roja's face changed completely.

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What I was most worried about finally happened.

In the living room, the black-haired boy who thought so looked at the girl who was talking about his situation during this time, feeling extremely heavy.

Before coming here, Roja had guessed several times what might happen to Charlotte, and once guessed that it might be caused by Bruce's strange disease, but Roja never expected that things were actually worse than imagined. It got worse, and it wasn't Bruce who fell ill, but Charlotte.

The moment Roja heard this, his brain was buzzing, and he could hardly believe his ears. The reason was very simple, because as a disease that had plagued Bruce for many years, there was no cure for this disease so far. Curable.

In fact, before Roja’s [Sandromar’s Requiem Lamp] arrived at Rose’s side, neither the archbishop of the Holy See nor the scholars hired by Rose’s sky-high price had researched Bruce’s disease to the end, so that Rose The leader of the Serbian Business United Nations, the richest person in Shia, is almost desperate.

That's right, the cursed disease that Bruce suffers from is so terrible, so terrible that even with such wealth and status, it is difficult to maintain his life, and Charlotte's illness is even more bad news for Roja, because now there is no requiem for lamp oil The effect of the lamp is not enough to suppress the condition of two people.

Thinking of this cruel fact, Roja frowned deeply, but after thinking for a moment, he turned his attention back to his eyes, looking at the girl who wanted Roja to leave to avoid possible infection, the black-haired boy did not refute , but walked forward silently.

"Honey, darling? What are you going to do? Wait, no, no..."

Amidst the panicked voice of the brown-red haired girl, the black-haired boy strode forward and kissed the girl's lips regardless of Charlotte's objection, and under Roja's strong behavior, the girl struggled hard After a while, he finally gave up, and the long-suppressed feelings in his heart broke out.

Under Roja's greedy demands, Charlotte's stiff body began to soften gradually, and the overlapping lips continued to touch deeply, making the sound of sucking and panting in the silent living room, until after a long time, the two hugging each other Individual talents gasp and separate.

"My dear, you, you can't do this, if you also get sick..."

"Infected? You are not an infectious disease at all. Uncle Bruce has been with you for so many years, and now you are infected? And it is really an infectious disease. Why are other people okay?"

Looking at the careless girl in his arms, the black-haired boy refuted the so-called infection seriously, but even so, Charlotte still felt uneasy.

"However, this disease is caused by a curse, curse this kind of thing, if it spreads..."

"...if that happens, it's my fate too."

Looking at the girl with the goddess of fate as the source of power, Roja thought for a moment and said softly. He reached out and stroked the girl's cheek, looking at the girl's emerald eyes, and couldn't help feeling pity in his heart.